Wang Zhe said solemnly, "Those who die in battle will be granted one level of nobility!"
The Qin soldiers in Tianwu Camp shouted in unison, "Yes!"
The war drums sounded again. The Qin army did not hesitate to form their ranks and advanced forward, like a sharp reef confronting a surging tide.
The crossbowmen of the Qin army unleashed tremendous killing power, penetrating the Roman legion's long shields from a distance of three hundred meters. However, facing the enemy army like a tidal wave, the casualties caused by hundreds of crossbowmen could not stop the enemy's footsteps.
When they approached seventy meters, the Roman 12th Legion in front of Tianwu Camp began the first round of throwing. The spears they used were unique in shape, with a length of about one-third of the entire length of the spear, slender and sharp, with a triangular tip and a hook. When hitting the target, the hook would cause greater damage to the enemy, and when the spear missed, the slender tip would bend on the ground to avoid being picked up and thrown back by the enemy. Two thousand spears whistled and almost drowned the Qin crossbowmen.
Then came the second round, with even heavier and denser spears, almost tearing apart the Qin formation. After throwing two rounds of spears, the front line of the young team retreated, and the middle-aged team immediately filled the gaps left behind.
At this point, the two sides had already engaged in close combat. Facing the Qin army's forest of long spears, the Roman warriors showed no fear. They bent down at the same time, placing their shields on their shoulders and horizontally upwards, stepping forward with their left legs wrapped in shin guards, and then followed by their right feet. Their bodies were hidden under the shield, relying on the strength of their shoulders and backs to push aside their opponents, while stabbing their short swords to the right, killing the enemy on their right.
The long spears of the Qin soldiers in Tianwu Camp easily crushed the Roman legion's shields, while more long spears were raised.
The soldiers holding spears in front immediately drew their long swords and met the attacking Roman warriors. The Qin soldiers used a longer and sharper sword than the Roman short sword, and each time they struck, they could penetrate the shield made of birch wood. But the Roman warriors had only one move: a straight stab to the right!
The Roman legion strictly prohibited chopping and hacking. Countless battles taught them that, with the same strength, a straight stab caused far greater damage than a chop.
The straight stab to the right was the unique and deadly attack of the Roman legion. In battle, most people focused their attention on the enemy in front of them and often overlooked attacks from the right. In Gaul, North Africa, Persia... the Roman legion's right stab had eliminated countless powerful opponents.
They moved with almost mechanical precision, bending their right arm and gripping their short swords tightly, thrusting them upward to viciously strike their opponents' right side abdomen. This area was often unprotected and more lethal. The first time the Qin army of Tianwu Camp encountered this close-quarters combat, they suffered heavy losses, and their formation began to crumble, but not a single person retreated.
On the hill, the group watched the battlefield. Lín Cǎiquán appeared composed, Sù Wèiyāng expressionless, while Shang Lexuan showed a look of impulsiveness. Suddenly, he took a step forward and clasped his hands, "Leader!"
Wang Zhe replied indifferently, "Speak."
Shang Lexuan gritted his teeth, "Please designate who should be in charge of Longchi Pond!"
Zhu YunJun, the beautiful woman, was furious at his words, "Senior Brother Shāng! The military situation is dire. Why are you forcing the leader to speak?"
Shang Lexuan angrily retorted, "If we don't speak now, it may be too late!"
"Do you think our army is going to lose?"
"Outnumbered by thousands to tens of thousands, with no supplies or reinforcements, how can we not be defeated?"
Shang Lexuan and Zhu YunJun quarreled in public, but Wang Zhe's face remained expressionless.
"Do you see?"
Cheng was startled, realizing that Wang Zhe was talking to him. "Oh?"
Wang Zhe said, "These guards here are all my disciples and, like them, are members of the Taiyi True Sect. You are the only outsider here."
Cheng forced a laugh, "Your disciples are truly heroes."
"Heroes?"
Wang Zhe said indifferently, "If they were heroes, why would only a few hundred of the tens of thousands of disciples under my leadership follow me to war? If they were heroes, why would they be fighting over power and profit in the face of a great enemy, afraid that I would die on the battlefield without designating them as the leader?"
Shang Yuexuan's face turned red, then he immediately said loudly, "What kind of virtue and ability do I have to dare to covet the position of the sect leader?" "You certainly don't dare. Although your swordsmanship is outstanding, how many people in the sect can you command? If we gave you the position of sect leader, I'm afraid you wouldn't live to see the sunrise the next day." Shang Yuexuan's face turned red and white from embarrassment. Although Wang Zhe's words were sharp, in fact, among the people present, they had the closest relationship. They were fellow disciples and Wang Zhe had originally taught Shang Yuexuan his initial swordsmanship. Seeing Shang Yuexuan's embarrassment, Lin Caiquan said, "Please calm down, sect leader." Wang Zhe shook his head, "I'm not angry. I don't have the energy to get angry anymore. Lin Laosan, besides me, you have the longest seniority in the sect, and you have done a lot of work in Longchi these years. The 14th junior brother is the youngest among us, he must be twenty years old this year. When you go back, give him the title of real person, and it's time for him to establish his own school and teach his own disciples." "Yes. I respectfully obey the sect leader's order." Looking at the Roman soldiers flooding the battlefield like a tide, Wang Zhe said, "The situation is dangerous and the battle is fierce, you guys leave." Shang Yuexuan still wanted to say something, but was instantly discouraged by Wang Zhe's sharp gaze. The four of them bowed to Wang Zhe, then left the hilltop. Cheng had originally wanted to leave with them, but when the four of them waved their sleeves, they flew more than ten meters away and disappeared behind the hill in a flash. If he left Wang Zhe now, he was afraid that Yue's sword would leave him forever here. Under the successive attacks of nearly four times the military strength of the two Roman legions, the formation of the Tianwu Camp became increasingly difficult to sustain. Wen Ze said, "Commander, the Tianwu Camp cannot support itself alone. Please send the Tiance and Tianji two camps to fight." Wang Zhe remained silent for a moment, then made a gesture with his hand. A blood-red flag was raised on the hilltop. Along with the rumbling of war drums, the First Legion of the Great Han's Zuo Wu Jun, the Tiance Camp, appeared on the left flank of the battlefield. Cheng's heart skipped a beat and he almost exclaimed in surprise. The equipment of the Tiance Camp was in stark contrast to that of the Tianwu Camp's Qin army. They wore helmets neatly, their armor was like fish scales, two thick breastplates were arranged side by side on their chest, and they held not spears but seven-foot-long double-edged long knives. Tang army! Mo knife!
The Tang army had four types of knives in its standard configuration: the yi knife, the zhang knife, the heng knife, and the mo knife. However, in the borderland field battles, only the mo knife was used because it had the strongest killing power among the heavy knives and was almost unbeatable once formed into a battle formation.
In the Battle of Talas, due to the betrayal of mercenaries, thousands of Tang soldiers were surrounded by a hundred thousand Arab coalition forces. General Li Siye forcibly broke through the enemy lines with the Tang army using the mo knife to charge forward like a wall, crushing everything in their path.
At the same time, the left wing of the Roman legion formed a line of skirmishers. They wore linen long shirts and carried a huge longbow, the bow being nearly two meters long.
If Cheng had not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that English longbowmen from the Middle Ages would appear on the flank of the Roman army. The longbowmen would plant one end of the longbow on the ground and then put an arrow on the bowstring. The arrows shot out by the longbow could still inflict enough damage even at a distance of over 400 meters.
The standard equipment for Tang soldiers was one bow per person and one crossbow per five people, along with vehicle-mounted crossbows. The crossbow was connected to the wheel of the vehicle and could be fired while the vehicle was moving, which was enough to cause devastating damage to enemy troops in the era of cold weapons.
However, this 3,000-man Tang army did not use bows and crossbows. Instead, they used a more ferocious long-range weapon from their right wing.
At the same time as the Tiance camp appeared, a light-armored unit appeared. The armor worn by this unit was completely different from that of the friendly army. Their armor had no metal armor plates or even leather. Their light yellow armor was neither iron nor wood and looked extremely lightweight.
Only one army had used this type of armor, which was made by repeatedly pounding wood pulp and cotton wool, stacking it up to a hundred layers to make one piece of armor, and then connecting the pieces together. Front-line generals were willing to exchange ten sets of iron armor for one set of this light armor - paper armor.
When Cheng saw the soldiers wearing paper armor take out a small crossbow less than a meter long, he knew that in the peak duel between the best archers, the Tiance camp was sure to win.
This was the weakest army in legend, with a record of only a series of failures in history. But this army had won more than seventy percent of the battles in which they faced over ten thousand enemy soldiers because they had the Divine Arm Bow - the first weapon of the Song army.
Cheng vividly remembered the ancient texts he had read when writing his thesis. The words inside had left him astonished and amazed. The maximum effective range of the Shenbi Crossbow, as recorded in the ancient text, exceeded 340 paces (in ancient times, one pace referred to the distance of one stride, and two paces equaled one step, so one step was actually two modern steps), which is over 500 meters. At such a distance, the crossbow bolt could still penetrate a wooden board that was one palm thick. Due to its extremely exquisite craftsmanship, there was a strict order in the Song army that not a single Shenbi Crossbow was allowed to be lost. If the army was defeated, all the Shenbi Crossbows had to be chopped up and destroyed. Such strict security measures resulted in the lost of the crossbow's manufacturing technology after the Song Dynasty.
With the appearance of the Han army's main force, the Roman Sixth and Tenth Legions also began to enter the battlefield. The Tang army, consisting mainly of the Tianci Battalion, occupied the left wing. The soldiers wearing Mingguang Armor moved steadily forward, their rows of mo knives forming a wall of gleaming steel, pressing toward the Roman legions opposite them. The Tianji Battalion on the right wing stood on a hill, wielding the slender Shenbi Crossbows.
The Qin army crossbowmen in the Tianwu Battalion used the Jue Zhang Crossbow, which had to be held down with the feet and pulled open with the strength of the waist and abdomen. The Shenbi Crossbow, on the other hand, had a sophisticated force transmission system, and soldiers could pull it open with just their arms thanks to a complex gear structure. Its power was more than three times that of the Qin crossbow.
A slight vibration spread across the battlefield with a twang sound as the Shenbi Crossbows' silk bowstrings vibrated through the air. The sound was plain but full of killing intent, and even though they were separated by hundreds of meters, Cheng could not help but tremble with fear.
A dense rain of arrows suddenly flew out from the formation of the Tianji Battalion, drawing a semicircular arc in the air. After passing the vertex, they accelerated and fell, covering the longbowmen opposite them in an instant.
The arrows of the Shenbi Crossbow were extremely small, no more than a few inches long, just the length of one hand. But these small arrows would become the Roman legions' most terrifying nightmare in the years to come. Within four hundred meters, no armor could withstand the Shenbi Crossbows' shooting, not even the Persian chariots could withstand them.
After just one volley, there was no longbowman standing on the opposite side's position. The crossbowmen of the Tianji Battalion reloaded their arrows, and this time their target was the Roman Fifth Legion, the Skylarks, five hundred meters away.
After witnessing the power of the Shenbi Crossbow, the Fifth Legion immediately formed its formation around a hundred-man squad. The first row knelt on one knee and held their shields upright in front of them, the second row stacked their shields on top, and then they layered them up like fish scales, leaving no gaps.
Tianji Camp
calmly aimed at their target, and with the commander's command, arrows carrying a deathly howl were scattered towards the Roman legion.
In an instant, countless tiny black dots appeared on the legion's sheepskin shields emblazoned with the legion emblem. The entire solid formation made up of shields wavered slightly, and then blood snaked out from beneath the shields, staining the green grassland crimson.
Cheng was dumbfounded. Even if he had a machine gun, he couldn't match the thousands of divine arm crossbows.
Suddenly, his right temple heated up, and the pain he had experienced when he first crossed over came back once again. Then Cheng realized that this pain was different. The pinprick-like pain was absorbed by the whirlpool of his dantian as soon as it entered his temple. He found that a similar sensation had been ongoing, but the previous pain had been very minor. Only after the simultaneous volley of the Song army's divine arm crossbows in Tianji Camp had claimed hundreds of lives did he feel the pain.
Perplexed, Agamemnon, who was wearing golden armor, spoke with his attendants for a moment before waving his hand. Dozens of knights in full golden armor immediately galloped out. They held huge spears in their hands, and their faces were completely covered by metal helmets, with only two rectangular holes exposing their eyes.
The knights crossed the battlefield and passed through the joint formation of the Tianwu and Tianji Camps, charging straight up the hill. At the same time, the guards of the commander-in-chief's tent, who were the reserve team, stood up and thrust their spears at their warhorses. These knights from the Golden Knights Order were incredibly fierce. They relied on their exquisite horsemanship to gallop through the forest of spears, as if a sharp knife cutting through the defensive line made up of the commander-in-chief's guards.
Han Geng hadn't moved yet, but Yue had already swept down the hill like a gust of wind. In mid-air, her sword had turned into a long rainbow, slicing a knight's spear in half, then with a "ding" sound, her long sword cut through his golden armor and sliced him in two.
Han Geng showed a strange expression and couldn't help but glance at Wang Zhe. "Commander!"
Wang Zhe stared at Yue intently, feeling as if a huge wave was rising in his heart. Yue had been trapped by the cold poison in her body for more than ten years. Although she had excellent aptitude for cultivation, she could only exert half of her strength. This kind of ability could protect herself in general combat, but when facing a strong enemy, she would be beaten back to her original form in a few moves.
But at this moment, Yue had not only shown her rightful strength, but even showed progress, a strength that surpassed her "rightful" power.
The results of this battle clearly exceeded Yue's expectations. She fought more and more bravely, and the sharp sword light flew around, forcing the two knights who came together to step back step by step. Suddenly, a black-clad rider, like a ghost, appeared on the battlefield. He pulled out a strange curved knife from his armpit, first killed a guard beside him, and then slashed Yue's sword with one blow.
Yue's long sword trembled slightly, and the dazzling light on the sword quickly faded.
"Not good!"
Han Geng saw that the black-clad rider was stronger than Yue. Even among the Left Military Army, there were no more than ten commanders with this level of cultivation. Although Yue miraculously showed strength beyond the level, she was still inferior by more than one level. If the black-clad person were to make several more strikes, Yue would probably be defeated on the spot.
Just as Han Geng was about to leap up, more than ten guards around Yue simultaneously let go of their opponents and sacrificed themselves to block the black-clad person.
The black-clad person's face was covered with a black cloth, only revealing a pair of yellow-brown eyes. His curved knife whistled and sprinkled a piece of knife light. The front four guards were hit in the throat, neck, chest, and abdomen at the same time and fell to the ground, splashing blood.
The black-clad person's knife light turned, knocking away several powerful crossbow bolts, forcing the remaining guards to retreat, and then rushed to Yue's face. The curved knife slashed a strange arc from bottom to top, cutting towards Yue's waist.
Just as Yue's true qi was exhausted and she was powerless to defend, suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the black-clad person's movement suddenly stopped. The curved knife stopped less than an inch away from Yue's body. A small flag was stuck in the back of the black-clad person's head, and his body shook, followed by a spurt of blood.
The light on Yue's long sword faded, and her face gradually turned pale. The curved knife of the black-clad person contained a strange force, and before she had a chance to stabilize her true essence, she was hit hard by him. The remaining cold poison in her meridians broke out again, and the flowing true qi was immediately stagnant.
Han Geng flew over, rolled up his robe sleeve, and carried Yue back to the commander's tent.
Cheng covered his temple with one hand and looked at Wang Zhe. This old guy was really amazing. The black-clad person was fierce enough, killing from the front to the back of the formation, and even Yue could not stop him with one blow, but he was shot and killed by Wang Zhe with a small flag.
"Han Geng!"
Han Geng let go of Yue and strode forward, "Commander!"
Wang Zhe pointed to the command flag, "Bring me the enemy chief's head!"
"Yes, sir!"
Han Geng leaped onto the war chariot, waved his sleeves, and the chariot sped down. As he passed the corpse of a black-clad man, he picked up the bloodstained command flag and pressed it hard into the wooden carriage pole.
The remaining Qin army formation of the Tianwu Camp held the hill, while the Song army of the Tianji Camp on the right had already wiped out the opposing longbowmen, with countless corpses lying within a radius of 400 meters from their center. Meanwhile, the Tang army of the Tiance Camp on the left was approaching the Roman Sixth Legion, known as the "Iron Wall" of defense.
Achilles' face was stern, his hand gripping the reins, his knuckles turning white. After conquering Persia, the empire had expanded to Central Asia. It was from the mouths of the Persians that Achilles first learned of the strongest and most robust empire in the East, the Great Han.
In the 200-year history of Rome's expansion, they had destroyed countless powerful enemies, so Achilles did not take this unfamiliar opponent seriously. While he was searching for an excuse to launch an expedition to the East, the beastly barbarians driven out by the Han army sought refuge in the empire.
Hearing the description of the Han army by the beastly barbarians, Achilles carefully laid out a trap. He used the beastly barbarians to lure the Han army into the depths of the grasslands, where he could gather his forces and engage them in battle.
As the intelligence provided by the beastly barbarians had indicated, the pursuing Han army consisted of only over ten thousand soldiers from the Left Army's First Legion. To ensure absolute victory, Achilles gathered five main Roman legions, an independent legion, and a large number of auxiliary troops. Achilles was determined to turn this grassland into a graveyard of the Han army.
The glory of annihilating the Great Han's Left Army's First Legion would make all the vassal states in the East more loyal to Rome and make him the most powerful senator in the Senate. When Caesar, the lifelong consul who had been granted the title of Augustus, died, he, Caesar's eldest son, would be the most powerful contender for succession.
However, now he had encountered unexpected resistance. The Han army's fighting strength far exceeded Achilles' estimate. The six formations of the Tianwu Camp, each consisting of less than five hundred men, were holding their ground against two main legions of six thousand men. The Sixth Legion, known as the Iron Wall, suffered heavy losses as soon as it entered the battlefield against the knife wall of the Tiance Camp.
What was even more frightening was the crossbow unit called the Tianji Camp, which had a killing range of over six hundred meters, almost covering the entire battlefield. Seeing such a strong Han army, Achilles lost confidence in his own legions for the first time. If it weren't for the independent legion provided by his younger brother Alexander, he would have already ordered a retreat.
The warriors of the beastly barbarians were unusually silent, and Achilles noticed that they were afraid of the Han army's spear forest, knife wall, and divine arm crossbows. It was a force that could make even beasts tremble in fear. Achilles thought that he should call upon the black-clad Persian cavalry next time to charge into battle. Darius would definitely be happy to accept this...
On the battlefield, the chief general of the Tianwu Camp, Han Geng, had already charged into the enemy army. Almost all the spears were aimed at his fearless tank, and within a short distance of tens of meters, his two guards had already been shot by spears. The driver was also surrounded and killed by Roman soldiers wielding short swords. Han Geng held up his long spear with one hand, turned his wrist and shattered three Roman shields, then flew up like a big bird and charged towards Agamemnon. At the back, a hundred-person team composed of veteran soldiers stood up at the same time and threw their spears into the air. Han Geng swung his spear to fend off the spears, and with one jump, he had already leaped behind the enemy lines. Agamemnon was surrounded by dozens of knights, one of whom rode out. He pulled the reins with his left hand, and his horse neighed and stood up on its hind legs. With his right arm, he held a four-meter-long spear and thrust it straight at Han Geng's waist. The two weapons collided, and the crescent moon on the spear cut off the spear handle while also deflecting it. Taking advantage of this small gap, the knight pulled out a huge broadsword from behind and "ding" chopped it onto the spear, cutting off the small branch on the side of the spear. Han Geng's momentum was blocked, and he flipped over and fell to the ground. The knight held the sword with both hands and raised it above his chest, "Roman Third Legion Augusta, swordsmanship instructor Charlie." Han Geng held the long spear with one hand, tilted his body slightly, and looked like the sharp long spear in his hand, "Han Geng, First Legion of the Great Han's Left Army." The sword and spear collided, emitting a series of thunderous explosions. Charlie with his thick beard and hair attacked aggressively, constantly chopping the huge broadsword with a sharp wind sound on the spear. Han Geng's long spear flew and used delicate techniques, with the shadows of the spear densely covering the entire area, completely parrying Charlie's attacks.
Looking at the commander of the Tianwu Camp standing alone in the battle, Agamemnon coldly extended his hand and made a gesture with his thumb pointing downwards. Han Geng, a respected enemy, but as his teacher Aristotle once said, "only a fallen enemy is the best enemy."
The knights beside Agamemnon rushed out. Han Geng spun his long spear and then threw it out with a flick of his wrist. The spear flashed like lightning and pierced through the chest of the horse of Charles, going through the saddle and deeply into Charles' abdomen. The horse fell to the ground with a loud crash, and the rider on top of it was impaled by the spear and still maintained the posture of riding.
Charles grabbed the spearhead dripping with blood and forcefully threw his broadsword towards Han Geng. Han Geng caught the sword with one hand, and blood gushed out from his hand. As the most outstanding disciple of Wang Zhe, Han Geng's exceptional strength was enough to make him invincible on the battlefield. However, he did not expect that there were so many masters around this Roman leader.
With a "chi" sound, a heavy sword slashed across Han Geng's shoulder, leaving a deep cut from his shoulder to his elbow. Han Geng remained calm, took a deep breath, and then bounced his body back, like a iron wall, knocking down the knight and his horse behind him.
Han Geng slowly stood up straight, looking at the enemy army around him. Suddenly, his bloody arm lit up, as if a dazzling sunlight was shooting out from within him, flowing along his meridians. Then the light condensed, its brightness rising continuously, and three glowing spheres formed within his body.
A masked knight beside Agamemnon exclaimed, "It's the sun! The sun fire that destroys everything!"
Agamemnon had not yet spoken, but his horse was already neighing restlessly and backing away.
On the other side of the battlefield, Wen Ze's face changed. "Commander! Han Geng's cultivation is insufficient. If he uses his divine power recklessly, his meridians may rupture, and he will become a useless person!"
Wang Zhe's eyes flashed with a hint of pain. Han Geng was his most proud disciple, only thirty years old, and had already reached the level of six Yang in the Nine Yang Divine Art, which was not inferior to himself when he was young. He never thought that this rising star of the martial arts world would fall before he had even fully bloomed.
Han Geng's light spheres gathered more and more within his body. First, there were three between his chest and abdomen, then three more appeared between his left and right shoulders and left ribs. Six light spheres wandered and rolled among his meridians, their radiance growing stronger and stronger. Finally, a light sphere appeared from behind his neck, slowly descending along his cervical vertebrae. Compared to the previous six spheres, this one was much smaller in size but equally radiant.
Wen Ze was shocked, gaping in amazement, then suddenly turned around and called out, "General Wan!"
The ranger heroes, golden knights, and elite guards around Argamemnon had already surrounded Han Geng, and several hundred-man teams were desperately rushing over. Wang Zhe took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "A man dies on the battlefield, only then can he become a great man! Han! You were able to gather the Seven Yangs, and I have not passed on my divine skills to you in vain!"
Wang Zhe's voice instantly spread throughout the entire battlefield. Han Geng laughed and said, "Thank you, Master!"
Han Geng clenched both hands, and the seven light spheres simultaneously radiated light. The masked rider in the black hood shouted, "Stop him!" and rushed forward.
The guards around Argamemnon immediately rushed forward, shields stacked on top of each other to cover their commander, while throwing spears towards Han Geng. Countless cyclones swirled around Han Geng's body, and the thrown spear was brushed aside like straw in a hurricane. With the masked rider in the lead, more than ten ranger heroes and golden knights charged forward side by side, their horses neighing and the flying hooves stirring up patches of mud.
In just two breaths, Han Geng's power had reached its peak. The seven light spheres seemed to merge into one, radiating a dazzling light. The thrown spear no longer bounced off, but seemed to be thrown into a furnace. The shiny spearhead melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a metallic liquid. The wooden spear handle caught fire and burned to ashes in an instant.
The knights rushing over showed expressions of fear. The black cloth of the masked rider fluttered in the flames, turning into a dancing black butterfly, revealing a snow-white face. The rider turned out to be a woman with deep blue eyes and golden hair like charming flower buds. Her striking features were carved like ice and snow, with red lips tightly pursed, showing a determined expression. Han Geng shouted loudly and his palms suddenly opened. A blazing fire surged around him, and a large ball of light that had been roaming within his body suddenly shone brightly, screaming and flying out of his body. A bright light instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, and almost everyone's gaze was drawn to the spot where the light shone. In the dazzling white light, more than ten knights charging at the front were hit by a huge wave, their mounts neighing and tumbling down, colliding into a group, spewing blood from their mouths and noses. The shield wall behind them was hit by the fierce energy, instantly showing a layer of cracks, and then shattered. As the guards raised their shield wall, Agamemnon had already fled the battlefield on horseback. He rode an extremely spirited Persian horse and had already galloped more than ten meters away. Suddenly, a burst of scorching energy surged from behind, and the horse's hooves softened and lay down on the ground. Agamemnon, who was sitting on the four-cornered saddle, was shaken and flew forward. Even though he had been fighting for many years and had an extraordinary cultivation base, he could not help but spew out a mouthful of blood. Han Geng slowly sat down, and his attack had at least killed half of the rangers and golden knights around Agamemnon. The true qi in his body was also completely exhausted, and the seven yang channels he had gathered with all his strength were shattered, making him like a disabled person. In the dazzling light, the black-clothed woman ghostly flashed to Han Geng's side. Her mount was also knocked down by the flames, curled up and fell to the ground. She opened her cloak with her left hand, blocking Han Geng's fierce attack, and reached under her ribs with her right hand, pulling out a crescent-shaped curved knife. Han Geng looked at her coldly, and a stream of blood flowed from his mouth. The woman with deep blue eyes stared at him tightly, then raised the curved knife and cut off his head. The golden-haired woman held the blood-stained curved knife in one hand and lifted Han Geng's head in the other, then looked up to the sky and let out a scream.